Chapter 1840

Silas was already prepared. With a quick motion, he knocked the needle from her hand into his own. Nicola remembered how he had stabbed her with a needle outside the Dawson residence last time. If he did the same now, she would not be able to escape. Fortunately, Silas did not stab her. He let out a cold laugh and tossed the needle aside. His voice dripped with contempt. He roared, "Nicola, are you trying the same old trick? Don't worry. I'm not as stupid as you think!" "Silas, let me go! You're marrying Sylvia tomorrow. Don't touch me!" Nicola struggled to reach for her phone to call the police or Charles for help, but Silas was faster. With one forceful move, he snatched her phone away. "Do you want to call your dear Charles?" Nicola was furious. She couldn't believe how evil he could be. "Silas, give me back my phone!" He threw her phone onto the nearby lawn. She wanted to retrieve it. Being held like this without her phone made her feel terribly vulnerable. "Nicola,